Бьётся сердце внутри меня, Я чувствую, как угасает пламя! Искры не хватает для другого огня, Я в центре пустого мировоззрения... Разорвана в клочья та
mejor que yo Pero no te molestes No morire de decepcion Te prometo que nunca me vas a ver llorar No te sientas mal por mi Y no te molestes Voy a
She's got the kind of look that defies gravity She's the greatest cook And she's fat free (fat free fat free fat free) She's been to private school And
Verse 1: Wish I was too dead to cry My self-affliction fades Stones to throw at my creator Masochists to which I cater Chorus: You don't need
Wish I was too dead to cry My self-affliction fades Stones to throw at my creator Masochists to which I cater You don't need to bother; I don't need
Toots Camarata / Bob Russell You ain't gonna bother me no more Nohow Love just goes so far No more Woke up this morining and found I didn't care for
One of us must know which way you can go One of us must know which way you can go I can see a rainbow coming out of your hole You're god although I never
It felt real nice I didn't think twice It felt real good Like I knew, it would And I don't care and I don't mind If I'm unfair or you're unkind 'Cause
Wish I was too dead to cry My self affliction fades Stones to throw at my creator Masochists to which I cater You don't need to bother I don't need to
I'm showin' you my life more deep than you think At nites I get a little less sleep than you think Somethin' keeps me up, I can't even get a wink And
Yo, yo, I want to dedicated this song to Philip Arthur Harrison Word up, 'cause he was the one who took me from a boy to a man So as far as I'm concerned
Why hold on? Your hands are getting sore You must be scared of something From the time before, well... We're here again How long, who knows? It's not
I open my mouth to talk about me I'll follow you around I'll talk about me Boring stories, I talk about me I never understand Nobody wants to hear it
Me acosa el carapalida que carga sobre mi sobre mi pueblo libre sobre mi dia feliz me acosa con la espuela, el sable y el arnes caballeria asesina
She's got the kind of look That defies gravity She's the greatest cook And she's fat free She's been to private school And she speaks perfect French
Sever the limbs, decapitate Yank out the teeth Then masturbate Pounding the face, ejaculate My darkest needs, I satiate Bathe in blood Wallow in bile
I woke up this morning I couldn't get out of bed I had a couple of drinks last night I guess it went to my head I slept through my wake up call Forgot
Troublesome waters, much blacker than night, Are hiding from view, the harbour's bright light. Tossed on the turmoil of life's troubled sea, I cried to
